Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.